The slut ex-wife

It began innocently enough. Tara had been going to aerobics
religiously three times a week, to improve her figure. She had never
quite lost all the weight from her two pregnancies. For a long time
she had put off getting involved in a fitness program, using her long
work hours and her kids as an excuse. Finally one day, two years to
the day since her divorce had become final, she had vowed to take
charge. A few weeks later she was renting in a nice new apartment, had
found a new job she actually liked, and had a membership in a community
fitness club. Tara had quickly made friends at work, around the rental
community and at the club. And as she whipped herself more and more
back into shape, the number of friendly passes being made at her by
male members of the club began to increase dramatically, as well.

Another advantage of her move was that she was closer to Jason, her
ex-husband and the childrens’ father. Jason hadn’t gotten down to see
the kids too often when Tara was staying at her sister’s. Part of the
reason was that her sister was 200 miles away; another reason was that
Tara’s sister despised Jason, and vice versa. Now that they were
closer, Jason came by to do stuff with the kids more, at least every
other weekend and often a few nights a week too. This meant that Tara
had actually started to get Jason to pitch in some money every few
weeks to help her out, when he picked up the kids. When Tara was at
her sister’s, he had never helped out, not because he was a bad father,
but very simply because he was too lazy to drop a check in the mail.
The man had never licked an envelope in his life. Come to think of it,
Tara reflected once, he had never licked ANYTHING as far as she knew.

So, life was pretty good for Tara now. One day when shopping for
clothes, she realized that the gal looking back at her in the mirror
was, by all standards, pretty hot. At 5’6″ she was down to about 130,
her 36c tits and her ass were firming up nicely. Comparable–and
perhaps even better–to when she had met Jason. So she splurged on new
clothes. On the way home from there, she stopped at her favorite hair
salon, and went blonde. As she sat at the kitchen table that night
balancing her checkbook, and added up all the benjamins she had dropped
that day, she simply threw back her head and laughed.

That Saturday, when Jason came to get the kids, Tara was wearing a
rather tight pair of red shorts and a tank top, showing quite a bit of
leg and cleavage. Let’s face it. She was proud of herself, and just
wanted to flaunt it a little bit, show her ex husband what he was
missing out on. It wasn’t lost on Jason. He mentioned that Tara was
“Looking good!” He also kept his eyes on her chest the entire time,
and at one point Tara noticed a bulge in his pants. Truth be told, she
was enjoying being noticed and felt her cunt tingling a bit as well.

This went on for several weeks. One week Jason complimented Tara on
her “nice ass”, another time he lightly slapped her on the behind, yet
another he pinched her on the ass. Once, when she came to the door in
her one piece swimsuit, having been lying out catching some sun, and he
gave her money to help with swim lessons she was signing the c******n
up for, he rolled it up and tucked it under one of the straps of her
swimsuit. And, of course the time when she changed her hairstyle to a
much shorter (but still blonde) one, and he commented about how that
would make it harder for a guy to grab her head and force it into his
lap!

These incidents confused Tara, as the two of them had enjoyed (and she
used the term very loosely) a very mundane, boring sex life. This was
a side of Jason she had never before seen. Nor did she entirely
dislike the attention. Sometimes, she secretly found Jason’s advances
very arousing. More and more often, as soon as her ex-husband was
gone, she would head straight to the bedroom for a hot and heavy
session with her vibrator.

For Mothers Day, Jason brought a present with when he brought the kids
back from their weekend. It was a lacy black bra. Tara blushed. “Is
this my present from the kids?”

“No…that one’s from me. To go with your new figure,” he told her,
while undressing that very figure with his eyes. Tara knew she should
politely refuse it. But Jason was just trying to be nice, and it WAS a
very nice bra which would go well with many of the new outfits she had
bought. So she accepted the gift and thanked him.

“Any chance of you modeling it for me?” he inquired, half-joking.

“Hmmmmm…don’t think so,” Tara said, blushing a little and starting to
close the door.

Jason stuck his head in the door. “Will you have it on underneath next
time I come over?”

“Hmmmmm….maybe….” she teased. Then she kissed him on the cheek.
“Thanks for the gift, Jason. It’s very nice.” And she was gone.

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At the end of the next week Tara didn’t see Jason, because he picked
the kids up straight from the babysitter. Tara was working late that
day. She saw Jason Sunday, early afternoon, when he brought the kids
back. Both kids were sleepy, and together the two of them carried the
kids to their beds for naps. When they had accomplished this, and were
walking past Tara’s bedroom, Jason then made a comment about tucking
Tara in for a nap as well. “No, not tired,” was all Tara said.

Jason said he was thirsty, and asked Tara if she had anything for them
to drink. She had tea, so she poured a glass for him. They sat down
on the couch and talked about work, life, and the kids.

And, of course, the pervert brought up the inevitable question, was she
wearing the black bra.

Actually she WAS, but coyly responded, “That’s for me to know and you
to find out….”

“Works for me!” Jason leaned close to Tara, pulling the material of her
blouse away from her body and looking down her shirt. Tara, shocked,
didn’t even try to stop him. “Oh….so you do like it!”

“Yes, Jason, I like it, but…”

Taking her lack of resistance as acquiescence, Tara’s ex pulled her
close and kissed her. Her mouth opened in shock and she subsequently
felt his tongue slide into her mouth. She was a little surprised to
find herself kissing back. His hands roved to the front of her blouse
and began unbuttoning it.

Tara broke off the kiss. “Jason….what are you….no….” She tried
to push his hands away, but he pushed her, gently but firmly, down onto
the couch. Then went on kissing her and fumbling with the blouse.
Again she broke the kiss and tried to force his hands away.

“I just want to see how it looks on you,” he protested, then began
sucking on her neck. All the fight went out of her. Sucking on her
neck was her weakness. Besides, she figured, he had been good to her,
so a little peepshow wouldn’t harm anything. So she let him undo the
buttons on her blouse and slip her arms out of it. Jason admired the
lace bra, and its firm cargo, appreciatively. Then he tentatively gave
one breast a squeeze.

“Jason….no…Jason!” Now he was feeling both of her tits up. One
thing led to another, and before Tara knew it, the bra was off and her
ex-husband was kissing and sucking on her bare breasts.

“No….stop….” she pleaded halfheartedly. Her nipples were rock hard
from the cool, air conditioned apartment–or from the attention Jason
was giving them. Tara tried to convince herself it was the former.

Jason’s hand slid down to her shorts, rubbing Tara’s pussy through the
thin material. “Noooo….” she sighed, her resistance slipping away.
There was no telling how far it would have gone, but a noise from one
of the childrens’ rooms stopped them.

“I’ve gotta get going, ” Jason apologized, leaning down and giving
Tara’s breast one last nibble. Tara said nothing, just lying there
topless on the couch. “See you next week!” Jason was out the door with
one final appreciative glance.

“Mmmm-hmmmm….” Tara acknowledged softly. She lay there and reflected
on what had just happened. Her ex-husband had sexually assaulted her!
Though she had to admit, she had not exactly gone clawing and screaming
to go dial 911.

Tara finally got up and checked to make sure the kids were asleep, then
went to take a shower. She tried to convince herself that it was
because she felt violated and dirty. But the things she ended up doing
to herself in the shower, with her fingers and with a long-necked glass
bottle of bath lotion, were even dirtier. And when she finally
climaxed, her lips betrayed her by letting her ex-husband’s name slip
out.

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The next weekend, the kids were with their grandparents, and Tara had
planned a party for the new friends and acquaintances she had made. In
the spirit of friendship (or so she kept telling herself) she also
invited Jason. She spent the day getting ready for the party, and at
the same time worrying (hoping?) that her ex would show up two hours
early to “help”. Tara could no longer deny that the incident from the
previous week had deeply aroused her, but she had vowed to not get
involved with her ex-husband.

Actually, Jason was fashionably late, and several guests had already
arrived when he got to Tara’s. When he arrived, asking where Tara was,
he was told that she was in her bedroom freshening up. Uninvited, he
walked into the bedroom and closed the door.

“Jason, you can’t be in here!” Tara protested, keeping her voice low.

“I’ve been thinking about you all week, ” Jason told her. And before
she could show him to the door, he grabbed her, pushing her onto her
bed and falling on top of her!

“Jason, no!” she whispered. He responded by kissing her and grabbing
her tit. She pushed him away. “Jason….I have guests…I….”

“Your guests will be fine. Stop playing so hard to get. You know you
want this.”

“No…..” Despite her protests, his hands went under her skirt, then
proceeded to pull down her panties. Shoving a finger inside her he
discovered how aroused she was.

“You want this….look at you, you’re soaking wet!”

“No…” Tara struggled, but not emphatically.

“I remember how much you love having your pussy played with, Tara.”

“No….” But Tara’s hips were giving her away, making minute fucking
motions.

“Does your pussy feel good?”

“No….stop…” But Tara was physically making no attempt to stop
Jason.

“I remember how much you love being finger fucked. And I know you’re
loving it now….”

“No ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…….” Feeling really good. Weakly
she protested, “The party…..my guests….”

Without warning, Jason lifted Tara’s skirt, and dove into her snatch
tongue-first. Still finger fucking her cunt, he now began giving her
clit a thorough licking.

Tara was shocked speechless. In four years of marriage, Jason had
NEVER gone down on her. Not that she was complaining, as he now seemed
to be making up for lost time by giving her a great tongue lashing, all
the while probing her sopping cunt with his fingers.

Tara was very close to cumming when Jason suddenly stopped. “Do you
still want me to stop?”

“No, ” Tara gasped.

“Are you sure?” he teased, just very lightly flicking her clit with
his tongue.

“YES I’M SURE DAMMIT FINISH WHAT YOU STARTED YOU BASTARD!!” Not caring
whether the guests heard, Tara grabbed the back of Jason’s head and
pulled him into her cunt. He resumed his licking and fingering in
earnest, and soon Tara was writhing in pleasure again. Bucking wildly
as Jason licked her and touched her in all the right places. As the
first orgasm hit her, Tara bit her fist so that her guests wouldn’t be
able to hear their whore of a hostess crying out in ecstacy.

Catching her breath as Jason slurped Tara’s juices from her cunt, she
realized what had just happened. She had had sex with her EX-HUSBAND!
Was she out of her mind?

Gathering herself, she started to get up. Jason put a hand between her
tits, pushing her back down on the bed.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“The party….my guests are going to miss me….”

Jason shook his head NO. “You had your little fun….now it’s time to
return the favor.” Taking his cock out of his pants, he positioned it
in front of her face. “Suck me, slut.”

Tara laughed nervously. “Jason….no! I have to….”

He cut her off. “Would you like your guests to hear your sweet sexy
little ass get a good spanking? You’re not leaving this room until you
suck me.”

Part of Tara knew that this was all wrong, terribly wrong. Another
part of her, namely her soaking wet cunt, wanted to say to hell with
blowing him, fuck his brains out instead.

She settled for burying her fingers in her cunt while she took her
ex-husband into her mouth. It was Jason’s turn to be pleasantly
surprised, as Tara skillfully fucked his cock with her mouth, using her
tongue and lips to pleasure every inch of it. Tara had been on quite
a few dates since the divorce, and most of them ended with her giving
head to her date. She had gotten very good at it, and was even able to
take his entire nine-inch cock into her mouth briefly. As Tara’s mouth
drove Jason wild, she was fingering herself in a frenzy to another
orgasm. Her screams, muffled by her mouthful of Jason’s prick, were
what did it for him. He tried to withdraw from her mouth, so that she
could finish him by stroking him off (as they had always done), but
Tara pushed his hand away and went right on sucking until Jason
couldn’t hold back anymore, and filled her warm wet mouth with his cum.
Demonstrating yet another of her newly acquired oral skills, Tara
greedily gulped down every last ounce of Jason’s jism.

Recovering, Jason said with astonishment, “I didn’t know you could…”

Taking charge, she cut him off in mid sentence. “Honey, there are a
lot of things you don’t know about me.” And with that, she left the
bedroom, headed back to her party and her guests with the salty
aftertaste of her ex-husband’s sperm in her mouth. It was not until
she had resumed mingling with her guests that she realized that she had
forgotten to put her panties back on, and was bare-assed under her
skirt.

Jason came out of the bedroom a few minutes later. He socialized for a
little while, introducing himself to a few of Tara’s new friends and
coworkers. Then, tracking down Tara in the kitchen, he told her that
he would have to excuse himself.

Trying to downplay what had happened in the bedroom, she told him,
“Well, thanks for coming.” Bad choice of words, she realized
immediately after uttering them.

“Anytime, honey!” Jason said with a broad grin. Then he gave her a
goodbye hug, at the same time sliding his hand under her skirt.
Rubbing on Tara’s exposed cunt, he whispered in her ear, “I want this
delicious pussy shaved next time I come over to eat it, slut.” Then he
lightly slapped her on the behind and took his leave of the party.

Shortly thereafter, Tara, the very rude (and horny) hostess that she
was, had to again excuse herself from her guests to go to her bedroom.
This time, she buried her face in a pillow to muffle her screams and
moans as she finger fucked herself to orgasm after blissful orgasm.